On the cold bridge of grey stones
Stood the old man in his grey robe
Opening his oak barrels
Pouring them to the river

So began the pouring
Light frozen
Down snowing

Light was weakening
Grey was the curtain
Wide were the shores
Of the grey and green seas
It was final

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